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trapper, was put onto one of my managers. He talked to Eberto, who in turn came to me personally. When I heard how much product would move through her club, I eventually met with her myself. Have you had the pleasure?”
    Had he had the pleasure? “I have, yes,” Maks said blandly, giving nothing away.
    “She’s quite something, isn’t she? I doubt I’d make her hurt much for her sins. Maybe just a few tears. I’ll certainly enjoy giving her the opportunity to mollify me. As you’ve seen, she’s more than equipped.”
    Around the black look he and Vincente exchanged, Maks talked himself down as fast as he fucking could. It’s business. I have to think of Vasily. He doesn’t need to deal with any fallout created by personal reactions. What if he finally decides I do cause too much unnecessary strife and cuts me loose? This isn’t worth that. It’s business. Sydney Martin is just another woman I plan on fucking before moving on. He paused as something about that had his conscience wagging a finger at him. None of this matters in the big picture. I’m enjoying the chase because having her give in, having her submit to me, will mean I won. Nothing more. She’s not worth losing my head or my family over.
    Only seconds had passed, and as he imagined taking Morales to the ground and bludgeoning the Mexican with his eager fists, blood running, skin splitting, teeth coming loose as cartilage and bone was rearranged, Maks calmly pocketed his key. Once he was sure he wasn’t going to erupt, he said, “Would you outline the deal you two made so that we’re clear on your understanding of it?”
    “Of course. It was very simple. I would be the sole supplier to her patrons, while she and her staff would handle distribution. All I had to do was deliver the product and keep other suppliers away.”
    “Indefinite time period?”
    “We’d agreed to reconvene after one year to discuss any changes to our agreement.”
    “When is that meeting to take place?”
    “It already has. I dropped in to see her before arriving here tonight.”
    Which was why Sydney had called him, Maks thought, grateful for another puzzle piece. “And how did that go down?”
    “As expected.”
    Vague and annoying. “Did she renew?”
    “She will.”
    Maks nodded and moved over to join Vincente. He’d heard enough.
    “You’re blushing, brother,” the Reaper muttered under his breath with no change to his apathetic expression.
    “Suck it, asshole,” he returned just as quietly.
    “I’ll get back to you with an answer soon, Luiz,” Vasily said. “Thank you for bringing this to our attention before acting on it.”
    As Micha and Alek saw the unhappy group out, Maks brought Vincente and Vasily back to his office. The minute the door closed, Vasily was falling to his ass on the leather couch, cursing in Russian. V got every word because he and the fourth that made up their tight group, Gabriel Moretti, who was no doubt at home curled around his new bride, spoke the language almost as well as the Russians did.
    “Did that fucking jack-off seriously just request permission to ruin a young woman?” Vasily growled from behind a hard face-scrub.
    Maks didn’t say shit. He went around and sat in the chair behind his desk, movements subdued as he tried not to draw attention to himself. What if Vasily handed this over to one of their other guys?
    “You heading over there?”
    He glared up at Vincente, the fucking big mouth. “No.”
    V’s dark brows popped up. “No?”
    “Why?” Vasily asked, leaning to the side so he could see Maks around Vincente’s bulk. He looked as suspicious as the Reaper did.
    “She took the night off. I’m meeting her at Coney Island tomorrow. That was the call I received before Morales showed.”
    Vasily got up and came to stand in front of his desk, his eyes hooded. “That would have been minutes after Morales left her. She must have been spooked. Was she requesting help from you? Or from us ?”
    Maks